You want to know what my favourite memory is?

I'll have you guess. I know you hate these kind of guessing games, but you know I love to see you struggle. Sorry babe.

Well it's pretty easy. It's a memory I carry with me everyday, literally. It's from when we were fresh out of uni and wanted to take on the world, so we minimized the world to: take on an apartment.

It literally happened the day we moved in together. I guess that action wasn't that big of a deal since we had literally lived together for the past few years, but now we were moving from our cramped London-based dormroom to our Outskirts of London-based apartment, only one street away from our precious mothers, whom had told us to not even think about moving a street further than that.

We were in the middle of unboxing all your unneeded shit, pardon me, your very important stuff, like old soccershoes that don't fit anymore which you claimed we really couldn't throw out, because of the sentimental meaning and the expectation of ever having kids together and them probably needing soccershoes.

Instead of reasoning with you about how our kids should get new ones cause the fabric of your shoes would probably come off when the second they tried putting them on, that's how old and worn out the shoes are, I focussed on the more important thing here.

Kids?

"You think we'll ever have kids together?"

"Well, yeah. I hope so, I mean the adoption process isn't easy, i know that, but wouldn't you just love a little one running around within a few years time?"

"I would."

"Then it's settled."

"Shouldn't we get married first though?"

I joked, oh god if only I knew.

"That is taken care of as well."

You said as if it was the most normal thing to say. You even shrugged. Shrugged!

"What?"

With a big sigh, you walked up to me from where you were putting books in a shelf on the other side of the room. You crouched down in front of me and all I could think was: .

Indeed. I simply couldn't think, my thoughts had died along with my whole brain.

"Harry Edward Styles, would you marry me, Louis T., even though I'm a horrible human-being who'll trash this apartment within the week, who'll never cook dinner and will probably stress you out forever. But who promises to cuddle you whenever, order take out pizza for every stressy day and will love you forever and longer than that.

"What the-"

"Is that a yes?"

"Just kiss me you fool!"